...who cares about the hot dudes, this room looks like they killed a damn unicorn in it. He's never seen so much magic in his life. He blinks and looks around in a daze, ignoring them perhaps a bit rudely. He takes a few steps -

- misses one and goes tumbling forward with an "Eep!" and tries to hold onto something and ends up holding onto the most expensive-looking vase he has ever seen -

"Welcome to Ouran High School. It must be difficult for you to be surrounded by so many beautiful people, but we're here to help you work through it. Your clumsiness is understandable in the face of so much elegance. Compared to what you're used to..."

"Perhaps... Your features could never compare to my own of course, but I have no doubt the ladies would appreciate them. And you're the commoner everyone's been whispering about. They would enjoy the opportunity to see you up close, learn about your strange ways."

"Oh exposure to your grace and elegance will do me something, for sure," he agrees. "I have no idea what a host club is, though, and I object to the idea that the ladies are the only ones who get to appreciate my visage."

"We offer hours of delightful conversation and the romantic experiences our guests dream of having. From picnics in moonlit gardens to journeys down the rivers of ancient Rome, every experience is tailored to make the heart flutter."